Radverkehr: Kosten für Radschnellweg durch Grunewald fast verdreifacht, aus Berliner Morgenpost
Radverkehr: Kosten für Radschnellweg durch Grunewald fast verdreifacht, aus Berliner Morgenpost
https://www.morgenpost.de/berlin/article235927915/Kosten-fuer-Radschnellweg-durch-Grunewald-fast-verdreifacht.html
Statt der ursprünglich kalkulierten 6,4 Millionen Euro werden nun Kosten von 17,6 Millionen Euro erwartet. Das hat mehrere Gründe.
Für den #Radschnellweg, der künftig vom S-Bahnhof #Wannsee zur #Messe und nach #Halensee führen soll, muss erheblich mehr investiert werden als…
This clearly ran away with me! I imagine this is right before a theoretical second tour and about a year after Hada kissed for the first time. A couple years after the event of Tryst!
"How long were you with her?" Ada was seething. She was sure that if Harry wasn't floating on how excited he was about his tour and how it was coming together he would have noticed she was boiling. But he'd been boyishly excited. She almost felt guilty to ruin his mood. Almost.
He should have told her. It wasn't a lie, just an omission. It was impossible to ride his high with him after she realized.
Ada had been captivated too, when he'd told her his ideas for the staging. Still stripped back and musically focused, but with sentimental nuggets and images, she'd whole heartedly loved the idea. When the images started arriving, they'd spent hours pouring over them. The new album was less melancholic, he was happier. She'd felt a bit responsible for that. Felt warm all over about it; she could take some credit. They'd had a whirlwind year after the movie came out. They weren't living together, but they might as well have been. Things were good, she believed that.
She had nothing to worry about, right? So why didn't he tell her? Anytime between his request and now.
"Hey, we have a stage rehearsal, tomorrow, and I think my, like, tour family, will all be there," He'd pinked up in the way she loved he still did. Like she didn't know he was soft and lovely most places, but not in the dark. "Would you come with me, meet everybody? See the ideas realized. Tell me what you think, honestly?"
She'd been afterglowing on their morning lie in, in a silly mood. "Oh, am I known for sparing your feelings, Styles?"
He burst a laugh, "no, I suppose not." He took her hand. "But I value your opinion. And I want it to be great. And you have an eye and experience." She nodded, kissed his earnest nose, where it curved down when he talked. She loved that little nuance of him. She kinda wanted to punch him in his wiggly nose right now, hours later. She felt like there were a few other details he should have given her before they'd arrived.
That somebody else she'd have to meet, that he'd be around everyday, knew what he looked like across a pillow.
Ada would not have gone then though, maybe he knew that. She might have missed it. It had all been gorgeous and everybody lovely.
Speaking of lovely, the spritely little photographer hadn't registered immediately on Ada's relationship radar. They'd shaken hands, kissed cheeks, while Harry was engaged, no red flag widening of eyes on, what was her name, when they'd been introduced. She cast her mind back to and hour ago. Until Harry was oh so helpful.
"Helene?" Harry responded and that was what had peaked her interest. She wasn't the only small blonde. They were in LA after all.
It wasn't just the way Helene went from tiny and adorable to suddenly sexy when Harry was nearby. She hadn't done anything. Nothing discernible, really, but Ada read people, something about being the only black girl in most rooms, you learned who to talk to, avoid. Helene, as Harry had helpfully supplied, had pouted her lips, jutted a hip, minutely.
And Harry. He'd been Harry, warm and lovely and affectionate. The touch, though, had been familiar. Lingered one second to long.
And his eyes had closed when they hugged.
That's when Ada had known.
He closed his eyes. The way she caught him doing in the mirror when they hugged, Ada and Harry. What did that mean? What were their feelings? Repressed? Explored? Rejected? All the things she didn't know were what made her madder and madder, more alarmingly insecure on the way home.
Could two women be more different?
"Yes Helene!" She huffed and threw her jacket and the Gucci purse he'd given her, that she sorta liked, on the floor. "But thanks for confirming!"
"Why are you upset?" She whirled on him and he looked sincerely confused.
"Because you've fucked her!" Her hands flashed up to her chin level where her shoulders were. His reaction would confirm or deny.
"Ada," he hesitated. Bingo! Her anger could be hot, it would flare then disappear, unless it was fanned. He was tiptoeing, it pissed her off. "Smokes!"
"Don't!" She warned.
"You know I wasn't a virgin when we got together babe, you know where I've been."
She figured he meant his fluidity, but in this case, specificity was the problem. "No, I actually don't! Which is the fucking problem! I know you fucked any willing tall, blonde groupie that one year, and a couple boys for your trouble. And your exes, Camille." Harry winced. She knew he could have loved that one. "Weren't you with her on tour? I didn't think you were a cheater."
He caught her hands, came close. "I didn't cheat, she wanted it open. That's not fair, Ada, what are you really mad about here? I'm lost. That I've had sex before? That I slept with two women concurrently, with their knowledge? That you had to meet a person from my past? You know Kendall already."
Fucking Kendall, Ada didn't love that they were around each other so much. Fuck, she didn't know she was such a jealous person, maybe she usually didn't give a fuck.
"I'm livid that you didn't respect me enough to give me a heads up that you were fucking your photographer before I had to meet her!" She pushed his hand away and he went to re-establish the connection but she balled her fist.
"Ada! I don't, it wasn't a relationship, I didn....how'd you even know?"
"Oh fuck you Styles! You meant to hide it?" She went to push him and grabbed his shirt instead.
"No, no, no, no!" He repeated over and over. "I didn't, I don't, I just didn't think about it! I've told you about my relationships, all of them." He looked scared and she softened just a touch. "I guess, because it was just a few times..."
"Harry, she may not have been a girlfriend, but you'll be with her all the time, on tour, and you fell into something before, and I feel...." she searched for the word. Scared. "Disrespected."
"I," he reached for her, lost like her, needing connection, and she went to him this time. Anger still simmering. "I can see that, and I'm sorry. I just...you've nothing to worry about, Smokes, I love you. I love you so." He said it against her mouth, and she went banked, coals in a grate, the heat into his mouth, her breath still huffed. Even the kiss he graced her with wasn't enough to extinguish her fire. Her worry.
The kiss was soft, a press of his gorgeous omitting mouth to hers. All full lipped and minted breath. Tentative, he kissed, provided the gentle suction she loved on her top lip, bottom lip, then top again before his tongue slide against her own to tangle and distract.
He gave her a cursory gentle nip, on the third retreat and parry and that was it. She bit him back and grabbed his hair, missing the slightly longer locks he had just sheared. They would be good to pull. She yanked his neck back, and he rolled his eyes down to her, gentled his neck. Ada guided him down, not so gentle pressure on his neck. Harry went easy to his knees, kissed hers, then her thighs, between, as penance. Asked forgiveness with his eyes and gentle neck, obedience. "Lick me!" And he'd done until she said "stop!"
But it wasn't enough. Even when he let her tie him down, showed his belly and his ass in contrition. The marks on his ass felt right, he pinked up in a way she didn't.
It was an occasional reversal they played in. But it was more common after Ada met Helene, because she couldn't stop asking herself whether the photographer wasn't mentioned because she didn't matter, or because she did.
